A Poem from the novel
"The Essence of Poetry: Gerald's Initial Book of Poems"
Written by: Gerald L. Ingraham
It is only a quarter til eleven
And all that's on my mind
Is a beautiful lady from heaven.
I'm a man that you always spellbind
With not a single word, but a stare.
I cannot sleep because of you,
But you don't even care.
I exist, baby, and you didn't know I do.
So hush, don't speak...
I am not nearly done.
I've only been getting more weak
As I keep hiding what's going on.
Don't say a single thing
Because your body language says it all.
You are the one for whom i've got a fling.
The one for me whom time has stalled.
Your beauty speaks the word
Which a heart cannot make a mouth say.
Regardless to what heart or heard,
Do not take my hope away.
I only feel hope when I see you.
Is there a way to make it fulfilled?
I know after seeing you, dreams come true
And that's what your finess revealed.
Oh, your smile is so lovely.
It is not only thing that has me musing.
Nothing about you defines ugly
Your complete beauty has me perusing
And writing this as the only way
That I could get through to you
To say what I must say
Because I don't see another scenario to do.
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